"Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack. ” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. Too late now. But there is something in your voice that makes me distrust you. "We won't have any trouble understanding each other; same language. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. " "Thames Ditton—is that your name?" "No," replied the boy, impatiently; "Darrell—Thames Darrell. . " Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds.
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